Hollow

I have a meadow voice, that don't make a sound
And a hands of rose, that doesn't touch no one,

There was a flame in my heart
Where now cinders die,
And no one here to remade my broken pride,

I'm traded all pieces of soul that you broke
So others might feel the care of love,

Now I that who needs just a shard to go on
But I gave them all and you broke last one.


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